Butterflies and bees through
my field of vision pass,
unlikely mates they be,
so, disturbing neither, I watch
the floating wings move them
about the Hummingbird nectar
filling their senses with delight;
graceful in their flight nearby,
a new world opens,
gentle and serene,
familiar innocence fluttering,
watching me as I do them;
unannounced intentions directs
their random patterns,
not too long in the same place;
both gentle creatures but only one deceives
if I am in the wrong place.
July 12, 2012
From the It’s Raining Outside Today Poem Series #2
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